Beautiful Vampire Romane & Geschichten

The world was gone—just blood, bruises, cock, and filthy moans in the night. Francesa clawed his back, riding his thrusts, her accent sharp through her cries. “Harder, papi! Fuck me like you kill them—fast, rough. Don’t stop. Break me.” He growled, biting her lip until it bled, licking the red from her chin. His thrusts turned brutal, hips snapping, cock drilling until her legs shook. She screamed, loud, shameless. “¡Sí! Fuck me, papi! Right here, with dead mens watching! You nasty vampire, you love this!”

I couldn't help but admire his abs and bulging muscles which were visible from his shirt. What is he? He had this intense sweet scent that also felt sour at the same time. Is he a vampire? Vampires are real? And my mate is one?!. Alaric's POV.. She's definitely my mate, but what is she? From the scent and aura I felt, She's definitely a wolf, and a top breed , possibly an Alpha to be. My mate is a wolf? How is that possible, I'm an ancient Vampire, how would I mate with a wolf.

Turning back, she shut her eyes, snapping it open that very minute she swung her saber and heard a loud gasp. Swirling back on her heels she glared at the alpha vampire behind her who grabbed unto his neck as blood spilled out of the opening her blade had caused. He had been fast but not fast enough for the effect of the attack of her blade with the spell on it. Gurgling on blood he fell to his knees. She clicked on a button beside her saber and it morphed back to the cylindrical metal it was. "Not so bad after all? Any last words to say?" He grabbed unto her combat pants, wheezing. His eyes enlarged in pain and agony.

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

She couldn't believe how this man had treated her earlier and how he was treating her now. "Oh! Now I get it. Just because I refused your demands on bed, you wanted to get rid of me? I thought other men, probably human males are like this but thank you for letting me know that a vampire can be a misogynist too. Your book didn't have this written in it but I will add this in the note section. My retrieval was indeed good for me." She slammed her palms on the table, gaining Alaric's attention, she gritted her teeth and threw her batch of PA. Alaric was shocked but he smirked and in a blink of an eye, he pulled Adriana's hair and threw her on the chair. Adriana's eyes widened in horror as she s

the vampire said, his face twisted into a sly grin. The broken woman walked forward slowly, her blank eyes fixed on the one giving the command. "Don't! Please, stay away from him!" another prisoner hissed. But no one dared to physically stop her; they were paralyzed by fear. "Smart girl, that's it," the vampire gloated as the woman stepped out of the cell and approached him. He unsheathed his fangs, leaning in toward her neck. But suddenly, the woman reached for something hidden beneath her clothes. "Go to hell, vampire!" she spat, plunging a dagger deep into the monster's chest. She pressed with all her might, driving the blade straight through his heart.

Crystal thought dreamily. Damien chuckled. “I can hear your thoughts now”. “You can hear my thoughts ??”. Crystal gasped. She knew he wasn’t a human but how could he hear her thoughts now?? “I’m a vampire”. She laughed. “Oh really? So are you gonna suck my blood now?”. She teased thinking he was joking. Damien’s eyes changed color to red as his fangs came out. Crystal Almost fled away. “Oh my fucking goodness!!!”. She scream so loud as Damien quickly changed back to normal thinking he had scared her.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Swinging my urumi in rapid circles, I cut into the outer layers of bloodsuckers, but as fast as the thin steel blades flay out pieces of undead flesh leaving dark magic flames to consume them, new vampires are porting in, all of them hellbent on getting to Sylvia. The shrieks of the burning pierce the air accompanied by cries of victory from my other sisters as their own battles end and they emerge into the center of the house, enraged and lusting for more. Six of us strike at ground level trying to get to Sylvia, with Jenny still covering us from above, but in the end, she’s overwhelmed. The filthy bloodsucker who gets to her—a dark-haired smokey-eyed male wearing casual clothes and a black

Now, a mere werewolf had taken her place in his heart. As Vanessa paced her room, her thoughts raced. She gazed at an ornate mirror, where her reflection, a stunning vampire with long ebony hair and piercing red eyes, stared back at her. She whispered to her own image, her voice seething with bitterness, "Mara, you will not take what's rightfully mine. I will ensure that you meet your doom."